Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
I'm going to credit the atmosphere that seeps everywhere around here for finally seeing the light that not all instruments need be in perfect unison. Don't know why or where that notion got hammered in. Yeah some boundaries are nice, but as far as I know no regulations exist to learn to loosen up on them. No big deal if this or that is rushing or lagging a little here and there. It's like after years and years maybe some of it is falling together somewhat. Would it have happened without Wrizzit? Hm, all I know is it wasn't happening before Wrizzit and it's happening since Wrizzit. It's like, seeming to hear two guitars clashing too much, need to do it over, or thinking it needs to be done over. But wait, maybe not. Says who? I can't remember the last time being in this mental environment. Wandering in the wilderness, for I have no idea of how long. Waking up to read a few fine poems from some very fine poets is definitely a new novel excitement for this old brain.